The Poetical Works of John Milton: With Notes of Various Authors, Principally from the Editions of Thomas Newton, Charles Dunster and Thomas Warton ; to which is Prefixed Newton's Life of Milton, المجلد 4 |
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الصفحة 291
Mollior egelida veniet tibi somnus in herba , Huc ades , et gremio lumina pone
meo . Quaque jaces , circum mulcebit lene susurrans 80 Aura , per humentes
corpora fusa rosas . Nec me. poetry in this description or per sonification of Earth
.
Mollior egelida veniet tibi somnus in herba , Huc ades , et gremio lumina pone
meo . Quaque jaces , circum mulcebit lene susurrans 80 Aura , per humentes
corpora fusa rosas . Nec me. poetry in this description or per sonification of Earth
.
الصفحة 304
The elegiac poets were an " olive grove of Academe , mong the favourite
classical au - “ Plato ' s retirement . " Par . Reg . thor ' s of Milton ' s youth , Apol . iv
. 243 . Smectymn . “ Others were the 10 . Et Diomedeam vim timet “ smooth
Elegiac ...
The elegiac poets were an " olive grove of Academe , mong the favourite
classical au - “ Plato ' s retirement . " Par . Reg . thor ' s of Milton ' s youth , Apol . iv
. 243 . Smectymn . “ Others were the 10 . Et Diomedeam vim timet “ smooth
Elegiac ...
الصفحة 305
In other words , his poet is bound ; and thus entangled return to the University .
he is delivered a prisoner to They were probably written Næra . El . ix . p . 46 . ut
supr . . when the Latin poems were pre - fervida , tot telis non proficientibus ,
pared ...
In other words , his poet is bound ; and thus entangled return to the University .
he is delivered a prisoner to They were probably written Næra . El . ix . p . 46 . ut
supr . . when the Latin poems were pre - fervida , tot telis non proficientibus ,
pared ...
الصفحة 311
... not remember to is made of three different ladies have seen it observed , that
this of the name of Leonora , of whom great poet probably took the hint Tasso is
there said to have been of his fine subject , from a book successively enamoured
.
... not remember to is made of three different ladies have seen it observed , that
this of the name of Leonora , of whom great poet probably took the hint Tasso is
there said to have been of his fine subject , from a book successively enamoured
.
الصفحة 327
285 . Prædatorque hominum , falsa sub imagine tectus . Astitit ;. 71 . Captum
oculis Typhlonta , - Nox atro circumdata corpus a - & c . ] I believe Milton is the
first mictu . poet who has given names to Nigrantes invexit equos . the horses of
Night .
285 . Prædatorque hominum , falsa sub imagine tectus . Astitit ;. 71 . Captum
oculis Typhlonta , - Nox atro circumdata corpus a - & c . ] I believe Milton is the
first mictu . poet who has given names to Nigrantes invexit equos . the horses of
Night .
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الصفحة 163 - Through the dear might of Him that walked the waves, Where, other groves and other streams along, With nectar pure his oozy locks he laves, And hears the unexpressive nuptial song, In the blest kingdoms meek of joy and love. \ -. ., There entertain him all the saints above, In solemn troops and sweet societies, That sing, and singing in their glory move, 180 And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes.
الصفحة 209 - WHEN I consider how my light is spent, Ere half my days in this dark world and wide, And that one talent which is death to hide Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, lest He returning chide; 'Doth God exact day-labour, light denied?
الصفحة 31 - The star that bids the shepherd fold Now the top of heaven doth hold; And the gilded car of Day His glowing axle doth allay In the steep Atlantic stream: And the slope Sun his upward beam Shoots against the dusky pole, Pacing toward the other goal Of his chamber in the east.
الصفحة 137 - Bitter constraint and sad occasion dear Compels me to disturb your season due; For Lycidas is dead, dead ere his prime, Young Lycidas, and hath not left his peer.
الصفحة 208 - Avenge, O Lord, thy slaughtered saints, whose bones Lie scattered on the Alpine mountains cold; Even them who kept thy truth so pure of old, When all our fathers worshipped stocks and stones, Forget not : in thy book record their groans Who were thy sheep, and in their ancient fold Slain by the bloody Piemontese that rolled Mother with infant down the rocks.
الصفحة 138 - Himself to sing, and build the lofty rhyme. He must not float upon his watery bier Unwept, and welter to the parching wind, Without the meed of some melodious tear. Begin then, Sisters of the sacred well, 15 That from beneath the seat of Jove doth spring ; Begin, and somewhat loudly sweep the string.
الصفحة 215 - Yet I argue not Against Heaven's hand or will, nor bate a jot Of heart or hope, but still bear up and steer Right onward. What supports me, dost thou ask ? The conscience, friend, to have lost them overplied In Liberty's defence, my noble task, Of which all Europe rings from side to side.
الصفحة 147 - Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise (That last infirmity of noble mind) To scorn delights and live laborious days: But the fair guerdon when we hope to find, And think to burst out into sudden blaze, Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears And slits the thin-spun life.
الصفحة 142 - O the heavy change, now thou art gone, Now thou art gone, and never must return ! Thee, Shepherd, thee the woods and desert caves With wild thyme and the gadding vine o'ergrown, And all their echoes, mourn : The willows and the hazel copses green Shall now no more be seen...
الصفحة 45 - Can any mortal mixture of earth's mould Breathe such divine enchanting ravishment ? Sure something holy lodges in that breast, And with these raptures moves the vocal air To testify his hidden residence.